About the Heart

Don't Blame the Mind

The night had not yet passed from seven o'clock. The stomach has not been spoiled with dinner treats. Dion is cooking in the kitchen. While I asked him to relax while watching television. Even my feet had a massage. What a pleasure I can deny if given this perfect husband by God.

The laugh show I witnessed managed to forget for a moment the thoughts that some days are filled with the pressure of feeling. Tya, his attitude and words made me lazy to set off. The job that used to always make me happy, now it feels like resigning. But the conditions that require me to continue to seek sustenance, make me have to endure as hard as my heart.

Wanted to pour some flavor on Dion but I was reluctant. Telling him is the same as increasing the burden of the mind, not only me but also him. Right now, my hard work is needed to sustain the continuation of our lives. Indeed, he still earns from small projects, but when compared to the nominal he used to produce, it is still very far away. Therefore, support from me is still very necessary so as not to take the funds that are still left in savings.

I saw an incoming chat notification on my smart thing. The name of the First Brother, clearly emblazoned as the sender. Just intending to open up, Dion's call distracts me. He came with two dishes of fried rice in his hand. Two glasses of avocado juice were in his grasp when he returned for a second time.

"Eat first, baby! Sorry, this is all we can eat."

I received a plate of fried rice that Dion gave me. Instead of directly eating, I was interested in trying the juice he made.

"Mas, Delicious," I praised in a spoiled tone.

"Eat me better" Dion chimed in with his mischievous smile.

"Fasting, Honey. The first trimester is still vulnerable" I replied, explaining about a pregnancy that I don't think Dion understands.

Unlike the future uncle Aryan, the single woman can somehow learn from where about the world of women. Perhaps he had devoured the knowledge of the many books he had always bought. Or he had prepared himself as mature as possible to be a husband, unfortunately his wife forgot he was prepared.

"A half-fast, huh?" dion is ambiguous.

A half? As a child I fasted half a day, when azan zuhur reverberated I ate and would continue the fast afterwards until magrib arrived. But I'm sure Dion's fasting isn't like that.

I frowned while looking at her who was still loyal with her smirk smile. Instead of getting an answer I fell with her charm. No longer want to hunt tofu, veer off wanting it. Yes, that. Lips that are chewing, look very sexy with movements that make it wavy. I just want to bite.

"You pervert, honey? So look at my lips" said Dion, continuing to eat.

"Why do you look more seductive?" reply lightly.

"Your question is wrong, honey. I was born seductive. It's just you who just realized it" Dion sneered behind his confession.

"Times?"

"I was anti-cute, even though the face lost a little bit as Mas Rudmu, but my cool appearance" said Dion unconsciously mentioning the name of the man who became his number one rival.

I attached a glance at the black bead. This man in front of me did not feel like he had mentioned a name that he should not be reminded of. I also try not to be affected. To be honest, I have no problem, just remembering. The mind wants to understand a little how it is. Just know if he's okay because since the kidnapping he seems to have deliberately disappeared.

"When I was cut, why would I?" my probes remained focused on the initial discussion, ignoring the name that tickled the memory a little.

"You have inner beauty, innocence and beauty in simplicity. Supported by high level intelligence and rigor. Spurred my unyielding soul continued to want to explore and colonize."

"Colonize? You want to find a girlfriend what's a maid, honey?"

"The boyfriend who helped me spend the day in a happy laugh, dear," Dion said, sipping water after the fried rice was left.

"You're a hell of a pinter, honey?"

Dion took the plate I was holding. Made a bribe with the spoon I was holding. Yes ... he told me to open my mouth to immediately chew the food he had just prepared. Spending fried rice without waste with the romance he offers. "After this is the hour for biology practice lessons, dear. Teacher Lesnya is ready, let's not let the student be late."

I hit his thighs. "Today I skipped tutoring, sir."

"Naughty disciples, yes. Let's let the Father law!" dion said as he got closer and began to tickle my waist mercilessly.

Knowing my weakness, he's getting wild with his treatment. The attack with no tick spread he used to defeat me. Knee bending was what he expected. According to all his wishes. Feeling that victory was approaching and defeat was inevitable, I chose to pull out the mainstay, silent style.

"Look, it's sweet. Master, there is no need to expend extra energy to increase your knowledge" Dion said, hugging and kissing my hair from behind.

"Darling, how's your job?" dion asked while putting his chin on my shoulder.

He doesn't usually ask that. It's possible that the point leads to my and Tya's relationship. I haven't told you clearly yet. But I did talk a little if Tya was having problems with her heart and it affected me.

"Resign, honey. Stay another week he's in the office, "my story prefers another character for me to discuss. Avoiding telling me about Tya that would make her heart unwilling if I continued to work in a stressful atmosphere.

"Him husband forbid?"

"Hm" I replied with a soft murmur.

Dion tidied up the hair and let it be one on my left shoulder. "You should be too, my dear. I'm sorry I haven't been able to act like her husband Anggen."

I turned my head and slightly twisted my body. "Isn't today the biology schedule? Why talk about PKN?"

Dion brings a smile. "Because Biology and PKN are interconnected. Like me and you who are inseparable, can't stand alone. For fear of being counted as single and then someone approached," quipped Dion who I initially thought would return to stalking the sheep.

I pinched that nose. The habit he always did now I change to avenge. "If the deketin is more handsome, why not?" I replied while giving a naughty smile.

"You don't be naughty, honey! I'll have an impromptu replay, you know."

"Ih, Mr. Teacher. Don't be reckless everyone has to follow the schedule."

"Be a obedient disciple!" dion's orders are back, don't want me to let go.

The warmth of being in the grip of his body made me unable to resist all his attention. "If Anggen does not exist, Trio Somplak lives alone, dong? Looking for new personnel or disbanded?" look at Dion who's starting to make my heart flutter.

I'm sure if I answer this question straightforwardly, it will come to the reality that I have to tell. If I lie then I will continue to lie to cover up my lie first. A very difficult decision for me to make.

"No idea, Mom," I replied looking for safety.

"Didn't you guys meet this afternoon, let's tell you how it turned out? You haven't been able to tell me yet" asked Dion who made me have to sigh heavily.

"Yes still angry. He said that if Mr. Aryan refused his love then he would not be willing if I get more attention from Mr. Aryan."

"What is Aryan as careful as you? Until Tya gets jealous?" look at Dion while putting his chin back on my shoulder.

I was forced to choose again. Honest that might make Dion jealous or a little lying to secure his feelings. I thought for a moment to answer wisely.

"We came and went home a few times when you were busy, Mas" I replied with honesty.

"Just because of that?"

"That's enough to make him hate me, Mom," I explained, bowing my head.

It feels heavy, considered wrong when I do not intend it that way. Everything was done Mr. Aryan without me asking for it. And Dion as a husband knows. Why did Tya object?

"Mas, does my closeness to Mr. Aryan also disturb your calm?" I want to compare with how Tya feels.

"If you're the only ones I know, go and go home together, I don't have a problem. Joking around I can still accept you. As long as there is no physical contact beyond reasonableness" Dion said in a moderate tone, calm with no hidden feelings.

Aryan's mouthful on the top of my head? This habit can still be tolerated. In the form of love from a brother. I don't remember him ever going over that limit. There was no hug he ever gave. Seems ....

"If it doesn't matter, why does Tya feel so hot?" ask me to find out.

Dion shrugged both of his shoulders at the same time. "That's it, don't think about it! Be happy so that our children are happy too!"